The golden threads glitter past my eyes
In level with my vision,
In level with me,
Transforming into Lady Glitterati,
In sync with my pulse,
In admiration of thyself,
Splintering into golden ashes,
In revelation of an illusion,
In completion of its purpose,
Breathing into my conscious
In awakening to my senses,
In love to find a home,
Thus,
Finally settling into inaction from action.
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